A plastic Hoplite

 The best we can expect
Is not to be given the thing we crave
The thing that makes a head spin for desire
That's the thing you need to lose

For when you get it
self congratulations and other sure lies
don't add anything to your road or garden
just a big bright burst of distraction

convinced it's pleasure
break it up and dillute it
try to make it last longer
violating the limits

Look at the plastic figurines
Move me with your hands
No life in us
yet your imagination

Puts frowns on our mouths
hides fangs hark whole
Makes the land go dim 
Retrieves the treasure one army stole

Best you can expect manipulate a few lost souls
we've got a river teeming with them
throw a net and bring them in
choosing the few to grow on

gobble the rest fodder
in the process of playing god
shaping the key to the next dimension's
living hidden door

Lucky for you it's doesn't unlock
claim it is a defect or design flaw
It's a liter of destiny you can't swallow
each swig  cheap and shallow

The best you can expect is to play with toy soldiers
I stand in line for you as an unshapen god
move us into position invent a lore
verily commence invisible war

Lucky for you it's not enchanted
No butterfly effect to these musings
No far off conflict conjured
on behalf of this pretend

Yet outside eyes witness
vein themselves onto each sentiment
each chapter in your story
each violent outcome

Unseen eyes light up
live in your words
and movement of figurines
I seem to gain a soul and purpose